She wondered what on earth was keeping him. The time seemed to be passing much more slowly than it had when she got herself ready, she had a full hour to prepare herself but after half had passed she only had just begun her regime of beauty.
She already had her clothing picked out at least, but she had noticed that her loving "companion" had laid on her little black dress wrinkling it terribly, but worst of all were the billion tiny hairs that littered the frock. She wondered if the cat was now bald.
She had to decide when the hour rolled around if looking great was worth the punctuality it cost. She decided it was, because looking half alright was like someone who tipped too little at the resturaunt where she worked. The person was aware of the thing they should do, and acknowledged it, but only gave a tiny effort. It sort of kicks the whole notion, and she really wanted to make a good impression. Ironically, this meant being a bit late, but wearing something else.
The time was up, too soon she thought, but now it was ticking by as slow as a flea on a snail's back. But, this afforded her the chance to review possibilities, of which there were many.
She valued promptness, and so did he. It had been discussed in their previous conversations. So, it was likely out of his control, like car trouble. Perhaps, he had found another in need. She giggled to herself as she thought of a scene from a movie, "The Incredibles". Maybe, he was a hero in disguise!
The train pulled away leaving a few people dashing through the rain to their cars, her, and two others. She filled her mind now with why the others were there, they had just gotten off the train. Perhaps it was a sad tale, but she doubted it from the smile on their faces. One noticed her and introduced himself offering a hand.
Turns out, they were missionaries for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day saints. As is common with their sort they did not have a vehicle and had gotten off the train, but were waiting for the rain to let up before continuing their journey. They asked my story and so, I told them.
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